[Sadrain]

November 25th, Chicago; Base. 9AM.

The field in front of the 'stone city' had been cleared up some, many of the tents, tables and things moved to the side. However, it felt as if it was even more full of people than usually. Apparently, Elek had done a pretty good job at informing rebels and many had come, Either to take part or just observe.

Said man was standing on side, too. Maybe later Elek would not keep an 'eye' on the training sessions, but this first one he surely had to observe. Aiolia stood next to him, arms crossed across her chest. She didn't quite like the whole commotion about Eve and these lessons. It was becoming hard to sometime restrain the people and she saw how constant work left mark in their leader's face. Sometimes she pointed out it harshly, but Elek just waved it off.

November 25th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

Leila had to resist the urge to punch him right in his smug face, when Amante leaned closer, and especially when he spoke. She felt uneasy in his presence in general, but it was tripled while the man broke into her personal space. It seemed it did give him quite the joy, though. But she was dedicated to simply ignoring Amante, so Leila stared at the lines before, in fruitless attempt to read.

She caught his grin only with corner of her eye, but the moment Amante turned his back on her, she made a face and aimed with a book at his broad back. If the book wasn't so precious to her, she would've thrown it, for sure. But as it was, few seconds later, she gather her self restraint and let out a soft sigh of relief that the guy was gone... For a while, at least. If only she could figure why he seemed to interested in figuring her out... Because, surely, this was what it all was about.